After finishing the food and wine, they added a few boxes of instant noodles to fill their stomachs. After drinking the soup, the five old men felt better.
The apartment was too small, with only one bedroom and one living room. The five of them could only wash up separately, spread out their bunks in the living room, and continue chatting under the lonely light. The topic was not about the current economy, but the living conditions of several people.
It is said that the root cause of Japan's decline in the 1990s was the Plaza Accord, but at that time the agreements were signed by Japan, Germany, the United States, France, and the United Kingdom. Japan's Ministry of Finance still took the initiative to sign the agreement.
It was also forced by the United States to appreciate the currency, and everything else was fine. The Japanese stock market and housing market bubble burst, and the economy collapsed. The only reason was that the agreement was wrong.
Ordinarily, this is a topic of discussion in the international community. After all, when everyone says Japan is miserable, that is also a worry for developed countries, while developing countries are still worried about filling their stomachs.
But with the strange thing called "Holy Light", it is impossible not to explain a few words in the media. "Weekly" published a lot of commentary articles on the Japanese economy, and Uncle Zhou even pointed out in a very "prescient" way...
...
The root cause of Japan's economic crisis is controlled by the United States, and there is a possibility that the crisis will spread to Southeast Asia in the next three or four years. In three or four years, it will be 1997, and it will not be the Japanese who want to jump off the building.
President Zhou specifically 'wrote' an article, clearly stating that the root cause of the crisis was the unreasonable foreign debt of Southeast Asian countries, the economy's heavy reliance on exports, and free foreign exchange conversion equals financial undefense.
Nowadays, the Southeast Asian economy is in a raging fire, with flowers blooming and the data very beautiful and glossy. The president wrote an article to pessimistically, and was immediately scolded as a dog by liberal economists in China.
Many public servants feel that economics is their own territory, and they usually cannot catch this upstart, but today he actually took the initiative to make a fool of himself. If you don't spray him with shit, the matter is not over.
Uncle Zhou must retaliate when he is angry, and he is as petty as the tip of a needle. But this time when someone criticized him, he laughed and wrote down the names and articles of all his opponents without any intention of refuting.
Let’s talk about it in three or four years…
It's just that the authority of the "Weekly" is there. People who don't understand will just criticize, but those who understand should take a closer look. Fujita returned to Tokyo and got together with old friends to talk about the economy. It was indispensable to take the views in the "Weekly"
Come and use it.
"According to President Zhou's point of view, Japan's economy is a mature closed economy, which is completely different from the open economy of the United States. If we cannot obtain new technological breakthroughs, our industries will sooner or later be replaced by less developed countries."
This is too harsh to say.
Fujita’s friends didn’t agree and all shook their heads.
After all, Japan had financial problems in the 1990s, but was at its peak technologically. No matter how miserable Japan is, its GDP is still the second in the world. The current predicament is the 'trouble of happiness'.
Fujita continued to talk about the 'Shaanxi Fei Overhaul Factory' he saw in the "Weekly", and also discussed the layout of the "Holy Light" heavy industry that he knew one by one.
The remnants of the "Asia Club" who are talking heads finally pay attention to it. With technology, resources, population and market, this kind of opponent is indeed a formidable enemy.
"Doesn't this mean we can go to the Holy Light to find a job?" Harada said eagerly, eager to find a job.
Poof... Fujita choked while holding a cup of tea. This was not his intention at all.
Harada continued: "Fujita, you have been retired, and your pension is enough to live on. But we can't. Look at Yoshino, he is almost a cripple. I don't want to be like this."
Yoshino, who had dark circles under his eyes, had just exploded. At this moment, his head was drooping weakly. After hearing this, he looked up at Fujita again, "Have you paid off your housing loan?"
Fujita was suddenly embarrassed, sitting on pins and needles, and hesitated for a long time without speaking. The more he behaved, the more people at the table stared at him. As a senior, Tanaka even asked: "Yes, Fujita, where is your house in Tokyo?"
Fujita lowered his head and whispered: "I thought I would never come back in this life. I sold my house in Tokyo two years ago and now my family is buying a house in Shanghai."
ah......
The other four people were stunned and cursed loudly.
"How can we repair it? He sold it when the housing prices were at the highest point."
"You bastard, it's a shame that we sympathized with you at that time. It turns out that not only did you not lose money, you also made a lot of money."
"Hold him down, I will beat this traitor today."
"He actually dared to come back and beat him, beat him hard."
The four friends fought each other with fists and kicks, beating Fujita until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he begged for mercy. They couldn't understand their hatred and asked Fujita to find a way to help, otherwise they would break off their friendship.
Fujita was pinned to the floor and shouted in pain: "I am not voluntary, I am forced. I came back this time to inform the Holy Light of its ambitions, hoping to alert the people and deal with powerful enemies."
These words sounded even more hateful, and the four friends continued to beat up the traitor. The eldest, Tanaka, who was over sixty years old, soon lost his strength, so he ran to grab a samurai sword and unsheathed it with a clang.
The glint of the sword was so cold that the others were frightened. Ito, who was wearing glasses, quickly dissuaded him, "Senior, you don't really want to kill Fujita."
Tanaka put away the knife, but cursed angrily: "Fujita, you weak traitor. You must know your shame, know your shame! Now you must find a way to help everyone."
The corner of Fujita's mouth was bleeding. Harada found a hemostatic cotton and poured alcohol on him to wipe it. The alcohol hurt the wound so much that he lost a tooth after spitting it out.
"You are too cruel." Fujita muttered.
"Don't change the subject." The four shouted angrily in unison.
"But I don't want to work for the Holy Light anymore." Fujita continued to shake his head, "This group is developing too fast, and sooner or later it will become the gravedigger of the democratic world."
"If you help me settle my debt of 500 million yen, I won't force you."
"I need one billion yen to start over. I don't have to force you to meet this requirement."
"You can find me a job with an annual salary of five million yen, and I can forgive you."
"My wife said I have to save enough money to live until I'm ninety years old before I can get it back. I'm satisfied with solving this problem."
The four friends each had their own demands. Fujita looked up to the sky and sighed, wailing: "I want to be a loyal minister of Japan, why are you forcing me like this?"
"It seems that this guy still deserves a beating." The older Tanaka was filled with indignation and drew out his katana again. No one else came out to dissuade him, and they all stared at him eagerly.
The friends who used to sit together and chat with each other turned out to be so vulgar today, which made Fujita, who is extremely rich, distressed. In order to avoid being punished by God, he could only raise his hands and beg for mercy: "Wait a minute, let's talk about money."
Everyone is happy to talk about money and gather together.
Fujita took out the latest issue of "The Weekly" from his suitcase, which he bought from the flight attendant when he got off the plane. He turned to one of the text messages.
"The 'Holy Light' Group will form a medical and pharmaceutical subsidiary to provide high-quality medical services to billions of people."
This text message was confusing. It only appointed a well-known old American medical professor as the director of the subsidiary, and there was no other information.
Several friends were puzzled. Fujita sighed: "The medical level of 'Holy Light' is very advanced. I have a guess that many wealthy people will want to receive the services of 'Holy Light'."
And in Japan, are there a lot of rich old people? Maybe you can become a medical agency and you can definitely make a lot of money."